Cooking Spree

Zeph's beak fell open in mock horror as she flicked at his wings, aiming to bat at the offending paw as she did so. "You're the menace, hitting a child." He accused, though his tone was equally playful. Lia had become a central part of his odd family - companion to his loving guardians, provider of delicious food, and a warm body to nest beside when the expansive castle grew cold.

At her explanation of tradition the hatchling gave an indifferent shrug, though a thoughtful frown was on his beak. Maybe Artorias and Briar's biological children would one day wed, but he couldn't imagine finding a partner for himself in a wolf's world. Somehow the distinction was painful, though he concealed it as best as he could to spare Lia the regret of her words.

She reminded him of his job and Zephyr pointedly grasped a petal in his beak and tore it from the flower with a precision that was satisfying, tossing it gracefully off to the side. "Are you going to get married, too?" He asked with a tilt of his feathered head.

"Zephyr"